Charlie POV
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A sharp heat bloomed across her knuckles as her fist connected with the punch bag, but she didn’t relent in her attack, hammering away at the unforgiving surface until her arms cried for a break. She took a step back, keeping a bounce on the balls of her feet, as clouds of her breath puffed out before her. The chill of the night air didn’t touch her warmed body and a thin line of sweat lined her brow. She wiped at it before lunging back in again, not wanting to stop for too long. Each crack of her fists against the punch bag reverberated across the outdoor training area and into the adjacent training field. The last time she was in Red Moon, tents and campfires covered that field, but it now laid bare. The grass was muddied and would need some TLC before the warriors used
